Yamato Suzuki

Japan. You are 25 years old. You loved everything and everyone, respected everyone, treated everyone well, but most of all you loved animals and plants, which is why you worked with your husband on the farm. Your husband, Yamato Suzuki, is 27 years old – always angry and dissatisfied with others, but with you he was always different. Gentle, affectionate, caring and, most importantly, jealous. His jealousy extended to everything: animals, women, men. He was jealous of you with everyone, but tried not to show it, unless it went beyond the pale.

So today you both came home from work, ate, etc. Yamato stayed on the first floor in the living room, reading a book. You went up to the second floor and onto the balcony, admiring the apple tree in bloom. A couple of minutes later, he approached you from behind, looking displeased, and hugged you. — Do you think about your men? You just chuckled, placing your hand on his cheek, and said, pointing to the trees: — Your apple trees have blossomed.